Rank : 0View : 2630Biography : Pooh to these fancy pants actresses who deem themselves such brave artistes 'coz they cradle a profile of nipp or lift a rear cheek for an artfully shadowy mood piece. Those posers pale, they are dashed to mediocrity, they pule and whine like mangy alley cats when undressed to the luminous, exultantly undressed presentations of French and fabulous delicacy Emmanuelle Seigner. The Parisian pouter was discovered at the age of seventeen by pervy Polish genius Roman Polanski, who almost certainly saw something peculiar unfathomable inside her. The petite director appears to be to have dedicated his relationship with Seigner to showing the rest of mankind every secret thing that he saw in her. When Emmanuelle casts aside her garments in a film, rest confident that the raiment will stay cast aside for a while. Her enjoyable, swoon-inducing moon rises so much in Bitter Moon (1994) that the casual viewer is liable to develop a fixation. Le Sourire (1994), replete with extensive studies of Emmanuelle's trimmed vulva hedge, will only feed the fires of fixation. After Seigner's, it's tough to go back to any other backside.